Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 29: Black Evil God Possession Technique (Please Follow)

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Black Evil God Possession Technique (Please Follow)

The members of the Yin Yang School ascended the mountain together.

This scene was taken in by Song Lin’s watchful eyes.

Hua Mountain was exceedingly treacherous, with only a narrow path leading from the base to the summit.

One could fly up from the cliffs, but with Song Lin standing guard, ascending meant certain death.

Furthermore, others had already set up blockades along the trail.

Nearby, several elderly men stood tense, their expressions betraying their unease. They used the Bat Night Brightness Skill to observe the people below—they were outnumbered nearly threefold.

"Nervous?" Song Lin smiled faintly. "No need to worry. You’re much stronger than they are."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a sense of relief wash over them.

Over the past half year, Song Lin had forcibly pushed these eight elders into the Fetal Breathing Stage using Qi Nourishing Pills and Mica Pills. He had also taught them the Red Dragon Qi Gong and the Dragon Control Technique.

The Fetal Breathing Stage could fully unleash the power of Spells.

The Fetal Breathing Stage corresponded to Divine Breath Qi Cultivators.

Within the same realm, the Fetal Breathing Stage was undoubtedly slightly stronger.

Having spent many years in the Taiyin Refining World, Song Lin already had a thorough understanding of its underpinnings.

Apart from the unfathomable Huan Yuan, the vast majority of Qi Cultivators relied on luck.

To put it bluntly, in the resource-abundant Pre-Qin era, a few fortunate commoners would inadvertently consume Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and stumble onto the path of cultivation.

Lucky, yet not so lucky—fortunate in that the Pre-Qin era was in a state of grand development with an abundance of treasures.

Unfortunate in that with the collapse of social norms, the unparalleled legacies of ancient figures like Guang Chengzi and the Wind Lord and Rain Master had not been passed down, nor had future Taoist Dual Cultivation Techniques been developed.

Most people were ordinary folk guarding treasure mountains without even realizing it, and only a rare few figured out their path and ascended to immortality.

At this thought, Song Lin reached into his robes and touched a Jade Talisman.

These years, he hadn’t merely been idling in this world.

He had taken spare moments to refine pills and trade recipes and Jade Talismans.

"Don’t worry, there’s Taoist Skill from another world waiting for you." Song Lin murmured to himself.

The perspective shifted elsewhere.

At the foot of the mountain stood a gatehouse.

The entrance was deserted.

Huan Yuan, seeing the desolate gate, immediately halted everyone.

"Be cautious!"

With that, Huan Yuan retrieved an ancient bronze mirror, its back carved with eerie depictions of mutant beasts from Shan Hai.

Swish!

A brilliant golden light shot forth.

Bang!

The gatehouse collapsed instantly, smoke billowing, yellow talismans scattering everywhere.

"Hmph, just some scraps of talisman paper?"

Huan Yuan sneered.

"You are truly wise, my lord!"

His followers flattered him.

"Stop wasting time!"

Huan Yuan led the group up the mountain.

With an Abnormal Soldier possessing the Thousand-mile Eye, they were confident of avoiding ambushes.

Soon, they were drawing ever closer to the mountain’s peak.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a gust of Yin Wind rose, and the heavens darkened abruptly.

"Hmm?"

Huan Yuan soared into the sky, his eyes emitting golden light.

"Roar!!"

Laughter, wild and frenzied, reverberated from all directions.

Twelve ghostly apparitions appeared with blue-green faces and sharp fangs.

The ghosts and gods were shrouded in thick blood energy, wielding long knives and crossbows as they charged forth into battle.

The sight caused some to panic, while others prepared to unleash Divine Skills in retaliation.

Huan Yuan gracefully waved his sleeve.

A blue smoke billowed from his cuff, unleashing azure flames that coalesced into a blazing blue Fire Cloud.

The Fire Cloud descended upon the ghosts and gods, clinging stubbornly like maggots feeding on a corpse, engulfing them entirely in moments.

It was the Nanming Leaving Fire, Divine Fire obtained by Huan Yuan at the East Sea Coast, impervious to water and capable of burning all things.

For someone who had lived as long as Huan Yuan, cultivating countless skills was par for the course.

He had drunk the crimson clouds of the East Sea, acquiring Divine Fire; dined on mutant beasts in the Wilderness of Chu Country, gaining the Red Pill; and obtained Immortal Secret Techniques in Qin Country.

And he wasn’t done yet. With a flourish of his hand, Huan Yuan lifted dozens of boulders into the air and hurled them toward the Rampant Soldiers nearby.

"Ah!! Kill!"

Rampant Soldiers, seemingly insane, charged forward heedless of the flames consuming them.

Huan Yuan frowned. These ghosts and gods appeared to have lost their minds.

Did they truly think the Yin Yang School’s Qi Cultivators were fools?

Suddenly, a red glow emanated from the bodies of the Rampant Soldiers.

"Not good!! Evade!"

Boom!

The ghosts and gods exploded, the Nanming Leaving Fire merging with conventional flames to instantly engulf fifteen people.

Elsewhere, figures emerged from the cliffs—ten Taoist disciples appeared on both mountain ridges.

The disciples hurled yellow paper talismans, which transformed into fireballs, raining down onto the crowd below.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ghosts and gods carried black gunpowder, taken by Song Lin from the Real World through alchemical formulas.

The gunpowder exhibited its destructive power in this world for the first time.

"Damn it!"

Huan Yuan summoned a rain cloud to extinguish the flames.

He then utilized the bronze mirror, firing two golden beams that annihilated the Taoist disciples, while the remaining ones retreated to the mountaintop.

Huan Yuan did a quick count—of the fifty people he had brought, more than half were already dead or injured in this battle.

Without pausing to console his subordinates, Huan Yuan flew directly to the summit.

His remaining years were limited.

Ghost Valley Master Song Lin knew his secrets—he could not be allowed to live.

Not just Song Lin; even his disciples and their families could not be spared.

At that moment, as he ascended, their eyes met.

They seemed like old foes of decades past.

No words, only action.

Boom!

The Bone-shining Mirror unleashed radiant golden light.

Song Lin countered without hesitation, unleashing Red Dragon True Qi in retaliation.

The Red Dragon clashed with the golden light, the collision of their opposing forces creating a charred crater on the ground.

Meanwhile, the Yin Yang School clashed fiercely with the Taoist disciples of Hua Mountain.

"An Innate Qi Cultivator? Not bad." Huan Yuan sneered, looking down on Song Lin from above.

"Old corpse, I never expected you to claw your way back." Song Lin’s words hit their mark.

Huan Yuan’s heart sank, and he thrust his right palm forward immediately.

Boom!

A Palm Thunder shot forth.

Song Lin had anticipated this and dodged with a swift movement.

"Hmph, let’s see how many times you can evade."

In an instant, golden beams and Palm Thunder rained down furiously.

Huan Yuan made a subtle decision.

After killing Ghost Valley Master, no one here could be left alive—including his own men.

The two fought fiercely, their blows evenly matched.

Song Lin’s Qigong and Miasma Green Pearl were undeniably formidable.

Yet, Huan Yuan’s techniques were even more fearsome; the Nanming Leaving Fire, golden light, and Palm Thunder were just the beginning.

He also wielded countermeasures like the Wind Summoning Technique to suppress the miasma, along with countless other spells born from his centuries of cultivation.

The two battled for dozens of furious exchanges.

Meanwhile, the disciples were steadily gaining the upper hand against the Yin Yang School.

In this fight, the Fangxian Dao sect clearly had the upper hand over the Yin Yang School.

Just then, Huan Yuan seized an opening in Song Lin’s defense.

The mirror reflected Song Lin’s skeletal structure and energy pathways in stark clarity.

"Freeze!!"

With a light command, Huan Yuan immobilized Song Lin.

"Haha, die now!"

Laughing maniacally, Huan Yuan summoned a thunderous strike straight down, leaving no possibility of escape.

Boom!

The lightning struck Song Lin.

Purple-red lightning veins resembling a spiderweb spread across his skin, and the faint scent of burning flesh filled the air.

Perhaps out of a sense of pride, Song Lin neither cowered nor fell; he merely stood in place, breath utterly stilled.

Seeing this, grief-stricken cries erupted from his followers: "Master!"

"Haha, kill them all!"

Huan Yuan held back from attacking directly, issuing a command instead to let the remaining Yin Yang School members slaughter the disciples.

He then descended slowly, approaching Song Lin.

The green pearl and fire sword carried by this man were valuable—nothing should go to waste.

It was then that Song Lin’s "corpse" suddenly moved.

Swish!!

He transformed into a black shadow, appearing next to Huan Yuan in an instant.

Pfft!!

"You..." Huan Yuan instinctively looked down to see a pitch-black claw piercing his chest, his heart annihilated on the spot.

Looking ahead, he was met with the monstrous visage of Song Lin—a face as black as an evil ghost, fiery red hair, ram-like horns atop his head, and hands transformed into razor-sharp talons.

Song Lin had become a demon!

Initially planning to catch Huan Yuan off guard, he hadn’t expected the tables to turn thanks to Huan Yuan’s preparation. Fortunately, the Black Evil God’s power was overwhelming.

This power came from a secret spell exchanged in the Real World—the Black Evil God Possession Curse.

A one-time-only Secret Technique acquired from the Grand Commissioner Institute, it required an exorbitant price: merely obtaining the Black Evil God’s blood had cost Song Lin fifteen Daoist merits.

By smearing the Black Evil God’s blood on himself and wielding the Black Evil God Jade Talisman, he could invoke and channel the Black Evil God’s power.

All of his physical attributes were amplified several times over. The drawback? His lifespan was halved, his body corroded by yin energy, pustules sprouted all over, and he began taking on grotesque, inhuman characteristics.

But in this virtual world, Song Lin cared little for such consequences.

With Huan Yuan eliminated, no one could stand in the way of Qin’s unification, and his return would be secured.

"Hmm?" Song Lin’s eyebrows furrowed.

He noticed Huan Yuan’s body enveloped in a faint purple aura, dissipating slowly like a fading mirage, forever beyond reach.

"Heh, you’re stronger than I imagined. Fortunately, this old man has the protection of Laozi’s Purple Qi from Hangu Pass. We’ll meet again in one Jiazi!"

Whoosh!

Amidst roaring laughter, Huan Yuan dissolved into purple energy, his gaze filled with undying hatred.

"Hangu Pass? Laozi? Purple Qi?" Song Lin finally pieced together his identity.

"Guan Yin!"

Song Lin could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground and losing consciousness.

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